Mu Beifeng!

Grandpa Ma's palm moved swiftly over the tree trunk, cutting, shaving, and striking.

His movements were not fast, but every time his palm fell, it carried a strange rhythm.

It was no ordinary felling, but an art that controlled martial power to a marvelous, hair's-breadth precision.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dull smacks echoed at the village entrance.

In the blink of an eye, that towering iron wood tree crashed to the ground.

And left standing where it had been were nine heavy wooden coffins, all the same size, square-cornered and straight, even their wood grain fitted together without the slightest gap!

Grandpa Ma shook the wood shavings from his left hand and turned to look at the Lijiang Sect Leader, whose expression had already gone faintly stiff.

Silence.

Whether it was the elders of the Lijiang Sect or the people of Douluo outside the screen of light, at that moment, all of them had turned mute.

In the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Bone Douluo sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What... what kind of monstrous body is that?"

"He cut iron wood with one hand like it was tofu, didn't even use soul power, and forcibly slapped out nine coffins with palm strength? With that kind of power, even if I transformed into a bone dragon, I absolutely couldn't do it so effortlessly!"

On the training field of Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji watched until cold sweat streamed down his back.

He, too, was a soul master who walked the path of strength.

But he knew very well that smashing a piece of wood was easy. To slap wood into exquisite coffins with one's palm—what terrifying control of strength would that require?

"How many monsters is this Crippled Old Village still hiding...?"

Inside the Sky Screen, the smile on the Lijiang Sect Leader's face had already vanished.

He stared at the nine brand-new coffins on the ground, the corners of his eyes twitching hard twice.

He had originally wanted to put the other side in their place, but he had never imagined that this one-armed old man would use an almost miraculous method to slap him viciously across the face.

But he was, after all, the leader of a sect.

The Lijiang Sect Leader took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the wariness in his heart.

"Fine skills, Grandpa Ma. I am very satisfied with these nine coffins."

The Lijiang Sect Leader shifted his gaze past Grandpa Ma and set it directly on Granny Si, who was sitting in the courtyard mending clothes.

"I have long heard that Granny Si of Crippled Old Village has a mending technique that has reached the realm of the divine."

The Lijiang Sect Leader cupped his fists. Though his tone was polite, the chill in his voice grew ever heavier.

"Since these nine coffins of mine have already been prepared, naturally, we cannot lie inside them bare."

"I must trouble Granny Si to sew me nine sets of burial clothes."

After asking for coffins, he asked for burial clothes.

The killing intent of this Lijiang Sect Leader was already laid out in the open, with no attempt to hide it.

Hu Liena hid behind Qin Mu, trembling all over in fear.

She recognized this old woman. This was the vicious character who had said yesterday that she wanted to peel off her skin and make it into clothes.

Faced with the Lijiang Sect Leader's pressure, Granny Si sat on her little bamboo stool without even lifting her head.

In her hand, she held that gleaming bone needle, a red thread weaving nimbly through her fingertips.

"Nine sets of burial clothes, is it."

Granny Si's hoarse voice sounded in the courtyard.

She bit off the thread in her hand and slowly raised her head. On that old face covered in wrinkles, a smile appeared that made one's hair stand on end.

"This old woman has sewn clothes all her life."

"Making clothes for the living takes effort. Making burial clothes for the dead, though, couldn't be easier."

Granny Si rose to her feet and casually stuck the bone needle into her hair bun.

She walked over to a broken bamboo basket nearby and reached inside to rummage around.

Then, under everyone's shocked gazes, Granny Si directly dragged nine pieces of cloth out of the bamboo basket!

In the blink of an eye after that, she made those pieces of cloth to fit the measurements of the Lijiang Sect Leader and the others.

Finally, Granny Si only patted her hands and looked at the Lijiang Sect Leader and the eight elders whose faces had changed drastically.

"The burial clothes are finished."

"Which of you wants to try one on first?"

"Once you're dressed, you can lie down in those coffins. Perfect fit."

When the elders of Lijiang Sect heard this, their expressions darkened one after another. Their hands went to the sword hilts at their waists in perfect unison, looking as if they would draw their blades at the slightest disagreement.

Yet the Lijiang Sect Leader did not grow angry. Instead, he laughed.

With both hands clasped behind his back, he threw his head back and let out a burst of deafening laughter.

The laughter echoed over Crippled Old Village, shaking the surrounding leaves until they rustled.

"Good! What a fine Crippled Old Village!"

His laughter cut off abruptly, and Lijiang Sect Leader's gaze turned incomparably cold, scraping across Granny Si's and Grandpa Ma's faces like a blade.

"I am the Lijiang Sect Leader, Mu Beifeng!"

He took one step forward, and the loose sword robes on his body stirred without wind. A vast surge of vital qi spread outward in all directions like a tide.

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere at the village entrance instantly became taut as a drawn sword.

Outside the Sky Screen, everyone on Douluo Continent broke into a cold sweat at the sight.

In Heaven Dou Imperial City, on the training ground of Shrek Academy.

Oscar swallowed, his voice trembling.

"Have the people of Crippled Old Village gotten way too overconfident? That's the leader of a whole sect!"

Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly as well, the fat on his face trembling.

"Exactly! Yesterday in the Sky Screen, we heard the people in that tavern say it ourselves—Yankang Kingdom is a massive force sweeping across the world right now."

"Even those great sects with thousand-year inheritances were flattened by Yankang Kingdom's iron cavalry."

"This Qiu Shuihan brought eight sword-cultivating elders with him, and their strength is unfathomable. These few crippled old people actually dared to make burial clothes to curse them to die right in front of them. They're definitely finished now—they're going to be slaughtered to the last!"

Yu Xiaogang gripped the small notebook in his hand tightly, his brows furrowing into a deep crease.

"Foolish."

"No matter how strong that one-armed old man is, or how quick that old woman sewing clothes may be, facing nine fully armed sword cultivators proficient in formations is simply like throwing an egg at a rock."

"After this, where in the Great Ruins will there still be a place for them?"

Tang San stood to the side without speaking, because his view was completely different.

In the eyes of Yu Xiaogang and the others, although the few people of Crippled Old Village had some ability, in the face of absolute power and numbers, this kind of provocation was truly unwise.

But he felt that...

"The people of Lijiang Sect came here, so naturally this was an open challenge."

"By making burial clothes tailored for all nine of them, they were directly telling them that Lijiang Sect had come to slaughter the village!"

"And since Mu Beifeng is this fearless, he must be very strong."

"But how could he know that the ones living in Crippled Old Village are no ordinary commoners at all..."

Tang San felt that it was still unknown who was stronger and who was weaker.

At the same time, within the Sky Screen.

Just when everyone on Douluo Continent was fully convinced that Crippled Old Village was about to suffer disaster...

Village Chief, who lay on the large bamboo bed in the center of the village, did not even lift an eyelid.

His limbless body lay quietly beneath the sunlight, his clear gaze looking up at the azure sky.

At that moment, Pharmacist leaned against the door nearby, holding a bell in his hand.

"Ding-dong~"

"Ding-dong~"